“What? How?” I spin around wanting to see his handsome face. His cheeks are tinged red in shyness.
“I knew this would be our home, and if it wasn’t, it’d be at least a place to lay my head to get away from the club.”
“It’s beautiful. You should be proud of yourself.” I’m not saying it in a condescending manner. While I was away getting a college degree, thankfully not in debt because of a scholarship, he was working with the club, creating a life for himself and a home. The thing I hate about it and is such a hard pill to swallow is that I wasn’t there to see him do it.
“Glad you like it. Come look inside. It just needs a few finishing touches, but it’s move-in ready.”
“Why are you showing me this place, Ryder?” I ask as we walk inside. There are high, vaulted ceilings, cream-colored walls, wood floors that are lighter in color, and the ceilings… dear God, are they gorgeous. It looks like reclaimed wood is covering them, making them look even more amazing.
“Because it’s ours. Know that we still have a few things to work through. I can wait forever. I waited four years. Another however long it takes isn’t goin’ to hurt me, Ender. What I can’t do is not have my eyes on you every single day. If you haven’t realized it by now, I’m obsessed with you.” Ryder cups the side of my face, dipping his knees so we’re at the same level. Our eyes meet, and I see the absolute honesty in them.
“Fine, but I’m helping pay the bills,” I stubbornly concede, even though I’m ready to run to my car, drive it around the property to get to our spot on the lake, which, by the way, talk about being completely oblivious for not seeing it before now.
“Baby, you gotta know how these things go already. You’re a club brat, the same as me, you know my time as a prospect wasn’t long because I put in the effort and did what I had to do. The second I became a member and they offered me a piece of land, I jumped at the opportunity before another brother could. Took as many runs as I could, stashed all my money from both that and working in the garage, paid for the house as I went. As far as bills, all we have is power and groceries to deal with, so you can stop while you’re ahead on paying your way.” Jesus, see what I mean? All he accomplished, and I got a piece of paper, one that isn’t even helping me advance in my career. I suppose that’s my own fault, majoring in public relations. The good thing is I got my minor in business. It’s the only thing helping me not make minimum wage today.
“I missed it all. Everything. I hate this for us.” Pity party for one is coming out strong.
“Enough of that. We can’t change the past, but we can mold our future. Fuck the apartment. Move in here and let’s work on us, yeah?”
“Okay, you’re right. I can at least kick in with furniture seeing how it’s lacking that.” Ryder laughs at me asserting the need to contribute.
“Whatever you want,” he replies.
“Take me to bed?” Ryder’s eyes turn dark with desire.
“Fuck yeah.” I’m in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, lips mingling with his as he carries me wherever he wants, because really, I’ll go anywhere with Ryder.
CHAPTER 17
HAWK
“I want on top.” Four words any man worth his salt knows well enough to love, those words tumbling from his woman’s lips.
“It’s all yours.” Ender slides down my body to stand on her feet, and the way she’s hurriedly slipping out of her clothes has me doing the same fuckin’ thing. It’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside of her. Pretty sure the calluses on my palms aren’t from work but from the years of using nothing but my fist on my cock.
“I had a feeling you’d say that.” There’s a mischievous gleam in her eye, knowing she’s gonna make me feel everything.
“You keep talking and not doin’, I’m gonna take over, baby.” My boots, shirt, socks, and jeans are off. The only thing left are my form-fitting boxers. That’s also where Ender’s eyes are locked on.
“God, has it gotten even bigger than before?” I chuckle. She’s still not getting the memo. Her dress is off, puddled on the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lace barely-there panties. I go down to my knees in front of her, my tongue licking my lips, wanting to take a taste.
“Not sure on that, Ender. You’ll have to give me your educated guess after I slide inside of you. The way you’re taking your sweet time, though, I might have to take matters into my own hands.” The tips of my fingers peel her out of the fabric shielding my woman from my eyes, smell, and touch.